Pawns of War

Across the savage skies and through the fissures in the fields

The rumble of the engines and the trundle of the wheels

Through hell and horror trudge and yet our spirits never yield

Will they sing of these forsaken pawns of war?

Hoist the flags, hold the lines

Lessons ever lost to time

Now we sing for you, departed pawns of war

My bonnie lays afar upon a lonely eiderdown

While I dream of rats and tar within my burrow in the ground

Infernal gaping scar of boiling mud and thundering sound